I’ve never been the type
To venture out on my own
Being by myself was normal
I never felt alone
But one day the sky
Didn’t look so blue,
Nor the grass so green.
Being by myself wasn’t like
It used to be, it seems.
Gradually I made a new friend
Who knew me right away.
It was weird how quickly
She understood all I had to say.
Told her all my innermost secrets
My dreams, my thoughts.
She never disputed me
I liked her a lot.
She never judged me,
She knew just how I felt.
She seemed to just accept me,
And all the problems I’d been dealt.
I felt so close to this person
I needed a closer look.
Puzzled I walked up nearer
And realized that my new best friend
Was nothing but a mirror.
Good that you can find a good friend that way. I want to try this as well tomorrow morning when I look at the mirror. Cheers!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i really like this poem, i think i made the same mistake before when i was younger! thanks